(A/n: Because I suck, this request is damn there a month late.

TigerGirl requested spanking and brotherly feels.

So, after much emotional turmoil and decision making, I came up with this.

I may have gotten a bit out of hand.

And I also had to break it up into two pieces.

Pairing: Ambrolleigns, mentions of one-sided Rkollins

Content Warning for violence, angst, foul language, and extortion)

Pairing: Ambrolleigns

*Special Thanks to Blondie for that rockin' ass cover*

Edit: It's back motherfuckers. And I decided to opt out of the sexytimes I was going to do. Kindly blame the fuckers that got the shit taken down for no reason in the first place. *clears throat*

"Daddy's gonna be mad at you, Seth"

It echoed in his head and made him shudder as he paced around. All would seem well on the outside. The Shield was no more, he had his briefcase and the protection of Hunter, Stephanie, and to a lesser extent, Randy…but none of that was what really mattered.

He couldn't tell them. He couldn't tell them that he was protecting them. They wouldn't believe him anyway. And why should they?

*S*

It was blackmail, no, it was flat out extortion in its purest form. Hunter, finally being fed up with The Shield rebelling, approached Seth when he was away from the other two hounds, dragging him away and all but throwing him into a room much too dark for his liking. He was instantly on the offensive, ready to take them both down or go down kicking and screaming. Randy stopped that immediately, locking his arms behind his head and holding him while Hunter stalked closer, eyes narrowed.

"You must feel so powerful, think you've won, don't you?" he questioned. Seth leered at him, lip curled up into a nasty smirk.

"Well I don't know, the three of you getting pinned seems like a loss to me. How's that feel, by the way?" Seth sneered. Hunter chuckled, rubbing his jaw in amusement before he growled and punched him hard in the stomach, retching his hair back and glaring down at the wheezing man.

"Cute. But I've got a little proposition for you. You're gonna turn on them tonight. Take a steel chair and end The Shield, break them down. You'll do it, Seth." He chuckled matter-of-factly. Seth stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you insane? What the fuck makes you think I'll-"

"Ugh, enough of this, Hunter. Seth, you'll turn on them because if you don't, he'll terminate both of their contracts" Randy grunted from behind him. Seth's eyes grew and Hunter rolled his eyes, obviously not liking that the younger man threw a wrench into his bad cop routine. Seth shook his head in disbelief, struggling again.

"You can't fucking do this!"

"My wife is the co-owner of the company, I can do whatever I damn well please when it comes to terminating someone I don't like. But, I won't if you simply do as you are told. You'll turn on them and join us. You'll see that this will be a…golden opportunity for you." He chuckled and Randy pushed him away, both of them leaving the room.

That's why Seth was chosen and not Dean or Roman.

Truth be told, he wasn't as strong as them when it came to things like this. If it was just him, he'd easily decline, laugh in their face and storm away with his pride in tact. But it wasn't his job they threatened to take and that's why he was the one chosen. Because they knew he'd try to play hero.

Either of them would've flat out told them to go fuck themselves and they would've found something else to do if they did get fired.

But Seth couldn't bare that guilt. The guilt of knowing he was the reason why Dean and Roman got fired. Just because he didn't obey.

Seth took a deep breath and left the room.

*SWC*

He wasn't fully prepared for his own actions. The way Roman crumbled immediately broke his heart and when he looked over, catching the look of disbelief and heartbreak that crossed his face, he felt like he'd taken his heart and ripped it out of his chest and watched it get ran over.

Ten times.

He'd hit Dean ten times with that chair.

Seth felt dead as he walked away, head downcast as he made his way through the halls. He heard his coworkers whispering amongst themselves, nearly drowned out by Randy and Hunter's boisterous laughter. Seth shook his head, storming off ahead of them. Randy grabbed his wrist, eyes narrowed.

"I'd suggest you keep your pretty little mouth shut. It wouldn't be fun if they knew we were just using you, now would it?"

"Fuck off, Randal"

Seth snatched his arm free and stormed away.

The first week, he cried himself to sleep every night, hiding away in his hotel room unless he was forced to come out.

The second week, he laid on his side, feeling numb inside as he scrolled through the torrential outpour of hate he'd recieved online.

The third, he stared blankly at the ceiling, sighing as he felt Randy shift from beside him.

This was all getting far too much out of hand.

But he kept up with the charade, put on his mask like the pawn he knew he was and protected the two people he loved the most.

Even if that meant he had to lie to them out in front of the world and dodge them at all costs when they were backstage. He avoided them like the plague, knowing he would be utterly destroyed if he was caught alone with either of them. He couldn't let them catch him, not if they still didn't know.

He tried to tell Dean. Multiple times when the man came out to beat the hell out of him, he tried to whisper to him that it wasn't as it seemed and that he had to do it for their sake.

Dean was far too enraged to hear him.

The crowd's encouragement for him to beat Seth into the ground didn't help.

*S*

It was Tuesday when it finally came to a head. He had closed off Smackdown by escaping with Randy behind the curtain, feigning worry until he was out of the public eye. That was when he all but shoved the man away, fists tightly clenched as he went to disappear down the hall. Randy grabbed his wrist, snatching him back and smirking at the rage in his eyes.

"What's wrong? It kills you how much they hate you now, doesn't it?" he chuckled. Seth stared at him with wide eyes, the rage fading slightly as Randy tilted his head to the side.

"What was that Dean called Hunter? Your sugar daddy, right? To them, you're nothing but a little traitorous whore. They wouldn't be too off about that, I did have my way with you" he all but purred, circling the smaller man. Seth ground his teeth together. If he could, he would lay waste to the older man, but instead, he wretched his wrist free and turned, storming off to catering to grab a water bottle. He needed to clear his head.

He was stopped along the way by Renee, the woman crossing her arms and looking up at him with hard honey eyes. Seth looked away, loosening his cuffs.

"You gonna lay into me about turning my back on them too? Well, let's hear it" he sighed, sounding utterly defeated. She shook her head and stepped forward, raising her hand and slapping him hard in the face, the sound making a few people walking by stop and stare. Seth's head snapped to the left, his cheek burning from the hit before he looked up at her, turning his head and pointing to his other cheek.

"Go on. Hit me again."

"I won't. That slap wasn't one to hurt you. It was a wakeup call"

Seth stared at her and she stepped closer, glaring up at him.

"I don't know what's wrong behind the scenes, but I know you, Seth. You wouldn't do this to your brothers. Your lovers. You wouldn't unless something else was going on. Whatever it is, I'm personally disappointed you think it's okay to try and handle on your own while the rest of us have to sit back and watch you rip them and yourself apart. I see the shake in your voice when you talk. I can tell you don't want to do this. You need to figure out something, cause right now you're doing more harm than good" she scolded him firmly before hugging him tight. He could feel her trembling against him and he returned the hug, brows knitted up together.

"Talk to them. Try and fix this"

With that, she let him go and straightened herself out, briskly walking down the hall. Seth watched her go before he ran a hand through his hair, making his way to catering before he headed for a room Hunter set aside for him. He specifically requested not to share one with Randy for fear he'd strangle the man before the night was over.

Seth grunted when he got inside it, navigating through the darkened room and turning on his lamp on as he reached for his phone. He wanted to grab his things and get back to the hotel room so he could call one of the men, try to explain himself. The worst that could happen was that they didn't answer or flat out told him to go fuck himself. But at least he could say he tried-

The door slammed shut.

Seth froze.

He could hear the joints cracking behind him and he knew without looking who it was. There was that gravelly grunt akin to a cat having trapped its prey and Seth closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm his heart before it beat right out of his chest.

"How long were you planning on running?" was the first thing he heard. He shook his head, turning and hesitantly meeting icy blue eyes.

"I wasn't running! You don't understand-"

Dean moved far more faster than he had the right to, grabbing Seth by the collar and slamming him into the wall behind him, eyes murderous.

"Oh, I understand. I understand you turned your back on us, brother. I won't let it slide. I told you before when you pulled this shit that the one thing I will not fucking take is being lied to by someone I trust." He was snarling, teeth bared and fists balled tightly into Seth's collar. Seth coughed weakly.

"L-Let me go-"

"Why Seth? Hm? Daddy gonna get mad at you? Oh, that's right, you've been out waaaaaay too long past his curtview with those two boys he don't like, haven't you? Oh, Daddy's gonna be so upset his baby boy is in trouble, running with those bad boys."

Seth swallowed thickly, eyes darting around the room, looking for any sign of Roman lurking around. He was in trouble. He couldn't calm Dean down and he knew damn well he wouldn't be able to reason with both of them if he was absolutely petrified. He hadn't even realized he was trembling until Dean's lip curled and he grabbed his jaw hard, slamming his head back against a wall before he glared into his eyes.

"What's wrong, Seth? Scared of me? What's that you called me? A lunatic? Crazy, right? You haven't seen fucking crazy yet, you ungrateful little shit" He pulled Seth off of the wall before slamming him back onto it hard, making the smaller man cry out in pain. He grabbed Dean's wrists, trying to wretch them off of him.

"I didn't mean it!" Seth cried, feeling Dean's anger rolling off him in waves. The older man chuckled humorlessly.

"Sure as shit felt like you meant it when you go out there talking shit every fucking week. Those chair shots felt like you fucking meant it. You've got a lot of nerve telling me to my face that you didn't mean it. You fucking destroyed us, Seth. The Shield is gone, Roman completely shut down, even Joelle calls us damn there every night crying asking why we have to fight and you're gonna fucking lie and say you didn't mean it?!" Dean slammed him against the wall repeatedly. Seth ground his teeth together and finally knocked the man down, straddling him.

"Just fucking listen for a second-"

"Fuck you!"

Dean's head swung up, cracking him hard in the mouth before he swung, punching Seth in the face. Seth fell out of his lap and Dean pounced on him, hands wrapped around his neck ad he snarled furiously down at him.

"Why, Seth?!"

Seth stopped struggling, barely able to breathe over Dean's tight grip. 'You deserve this' is all that echoed in head. It's why he didn't try and fight back anymore. Dean growled, grabbing his shirt and ripping it open, buttons flying every which way. He yanked Seth closer by his tie, growling lowly.

"You're going to take everything off. Now."

Seth looked away, not even protesting as he did as he was told. He'd barely taken his pants off and kicked them aside when Dean grabbed his wrists roughly, snatching them behind his back and tying them together with Seth's own tie. Seth looked back in mild alarm and Dean scoffed, pushing him so he was bent over the arm of the couch.

"You know what's coming next, don't you, brother?" Dean hissed, spitting the word out like a curse. Seth barely had the time to open his mouth in protest (not like it would stop Dean, anyway) before the older man's palm came down on his ass, the sound sharp.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, you're a big man in charge now, Seth. A little slap won't hurt you, now would it? You've got everything you ever wanted now, don't you? And all it took was for you to break your brothers down. You're our architect, right?Must feel good, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel good to watch something you apparently created fucking crumble to pieces?"

"Dean, no-"

Slap.

"Shut the fuck up, Seth! I'm tired of it! I've heard enough of it!" Dean's hits got harder, the man barking insults at him left and right as he brought his hand down over and over on the tanned flesh of Seth's ass, the skin blossoming into a brilliant red. Seth bit his bottom lip bloody trying to keep his whimpers in but after a while, he just ended up giving in, crying out with every hit, Dean's voice feeling like ice stabbing his heart.

"You're the architect, Seth. You only built us to break us right back down"

Slap.

"Roman and I are nothing without you, right? We'll never be as great as you, oh mighty Seth Rollins, will we?"

Slap, slap.

"You never loved us. We were just pawns in your sick little game"

"No! I did-I do, okay?! I'm doing this for you! You don't get the whole story! Call me whatever you want, hit me, I'll take it, but don't fucking try and tell me I don't love you when that's the only fucking reason I'm putting up with Hunter and Randy and all of this bullshit, okay?!" Seth barked. Dean shook his head, grabbing Seth by his hair and yanking him up so his back was pressed firmly against his chest.

"What did I fucking tell you about lying to my fucking face? I'll end you, you little fucking shit."

"I-I'm not lying, dammit."

"That's it-"

"Enough, Dean."

Dean and Seth blinked in surprise when they heard the familiar rumble of the third piece of the puzzle. They hadn't even heard the door open, but both of them sure as hell heard it when Roman kicked it closed, wordlessly locking it as he rolled his neck on his shoulders, gray eyes scanning the scene in front of him. Dean clicked his tongue and Seth looked away, a new wave of humiliation hitting him. Dean caught this and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at the eldest.

"Go on, Seth. Try preaching that bullshit to Roman. Maybe he'll listen to ya" Dean taunted. Seth swallowed thickly, looking up into the Samoan's eyes. Roman simply hooked his thumbs into his vest, something he did when he was trying to contain his anger or didn't know what to do with his hands. Seth figured that was a good sign that the man hadn't punched him yet. He went to repeat the statement when Roman cut him off suddenly.

"You better make it good, Seth. Because I've had enough of your bullshit too."

Seth swallowed thickly and spoke, voice trembling.

"I…I was just trying to protect you…both of you."